New Release: How to Marry a Royal Highlander (The Renegade Royals #4) by Vanessa Kelly

Illegitimate yet thoroughly
irresistible, the Renegade Royals are leaving behind their careers as
daring spies for the greatest adventure of all…

At sixteen, Alasdair Gilbride, heir to a Scottish earldom, fled the
Highlands and an arranged betrothal. Ten years later, Alasdair must
travel home to face his responsibilities. It’s a task that would be
much easier without the distracting presence of the most enticing woman
he’s ever met…

After one escapade too many, Eden Whitney has been snubbed by the ton.
The solution: rusticating in the Scottish wilderness, miles from all
temptation. Except, of course, for brawny, charming Alasdair. The man
is so exasperating she’d likely kill him before they reach the
border—if someone else weren’t trying to do just that. Now Eden and
Alasdair are plunging into a scandalous affair with his life and her
reputation at stake—and their hearts already irreparably lost…

Excerpt

When Edie hesitated for a fraction of a
second, Alec’s heart stuttered with dismay. But then her hands slipped
up to his shoulders and she slowly parted her lips. He surged in,
taking too much too fast, but she didn’t retreat. Instead, she tangled
her tongue with his, going up on her tiptoes to meet him.
He was finally getting her measure. Edie
had enough charm and confidence to launch a thousand ships. But
innocence lurked behind that bold façade, as did an entirely unexpected
vulnerability. Her kiss was eager, open, and without artifice. It was
all Edie, wild and sweet, giving as good as she got with a heady
promise of more to come.
He had every intention of taking her all
the way down that road.
She let out an engaging little moan and
snuggled closer, brushing her full breasts against his waistcoat.
Sensation bolted through him, driving what felt like every ounce of
blood down to his cock. Instinctively, he slipped his hand to her
delightfully round bottom—good God, the woman was a lovely handful—and
nudged her into him, flush against his erection. Then he picked her up
and took a step forward, trapping her between his body and the passage
wall.
Edie froze in his arms. Alec went still
as well, suddenly all too aware that he was preparing to make love to a
virginal spinster—in a corridor, against a wall, in broad daylight.
Jesus.
Then she came to life in his arms, and
not in a good way. She jerked her head away and a funny little growl
issued from her lips.
“Get off of me,” she hissed, trying to
struggle her way out of his embrace. “Are you deliberately trying to
destroy my reputation?”
Alec mentally sighed. He almost wished
someone would catch them, since it would make things a damn sight
easier for both of them, although she had yet to realize it. But now
that a small portion of his blood was finally heading back to his
brain, he realized what an idiot he was. If he had any hope of winning
Edie over, this certainly wasn’t the way to go about it.
She was worse than a nest full of French
spies when it came to playing havoc with his plans. It was time to get
the situation—and her—under control.
“Do I have to kick you in the shins to
make you let me go?” Her cheeks were pink and her eyes shot daggers at
him. But her full mouth was rosy and damp from his kisses, and her
breasts heaved against her trim bodice. She looked so damn tempting
that it took every ounce of his discipline not to carry her off to the
nearest empty bedroom and have his way with her.
That was the most enticing image to come
into his brain in a very, very long time.
No, ever.
“Stop wriggling about like a worm on the
end of a hook,” he growled.
“I cannot believe you just called me a
worm,” she snapped, wriggling harder as she tried to escape.
“Oh, for Christ’s sake.” He wrapped his
hands around her waist and picked her straight up off her feet. She
squeaked out a startled protest, but he simply plopped her back on the
padded window bench and braced himself in front of her to prevent her
from bolting.
Her eyes flashed from behind her
spectacles, promising all sorts of retribution, but her lenses had gone
partly foggy.
“Can you even see?” he asked.
“Confound it.” She whipped off her
spectacles and rubbed them on her sleeve before jamming them back on
her nose.
Her gaze said quite clearly that she
would like to rend him, limb from limb.
“You needn’t look at me like I’m some
sort of ogre,” Alec said, “or like I’m going to ravish you right here
in the hallway. I promise you, I’m not.”
She stared at him a moment longer, then
looked down pointedly at the fall of his breeches. “Really? You could
have fooled me,” she said.

Vanessa Kelly is an award-winning author who was
named by Booklist, the review journal of the American Library
Association, as one of the “New Stars of Historical Romance.” Her
Regency-set historical romances have been nominated for awards in a
number of contests, and her second book, Sex and The Single Earl, won
the prestigious Maggie Medallion for Best Historical Romance. Her
current series, The Renegade Royals is a national bestseller.

Vanessa also writes USA Today bestselling contemporary romance with her
husband, under the pen name of VK Sykes.

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I love all things beauty and makeup, reading and books, and also have a keen interest in cooking and food. Combined with a husband who loves wine, we write a number of blogs that align with our interests. I have two blogs: Deanna's World which focuses on all things books and beauty, and Daz In The Kitchen which is my cooking and food blog. I hope you visit and stay around.

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